Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Great Regulars: The earth is "dying slowly/in eternity/its trap".

As befits ecological writing, Place is shot through with intensely lyric celebrations of the natural world: "It is October once again/as it must be. The new brightness/and again gold lays down on them/the tight roles of hay/the long rows the cut fields." This is from "Treadmill", a poem of "harvest" in which death the harvester is "your dance partner".

from Fiona Sampson: The Independent: Place, By Jorie Graham. Carcanet, £9.95


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